I didn't grab any pictures, though I seriously thought about it.
Then, after dropping Lyssa off I'd doubled back to go to the local coffee shop to kill time until class was over and read a little, and was startled as I turned into the parking lot by a police car suddenly accelerating to cruising speed and nearly clipping the tail end of my car.
Then, no sooner had I parked and turned the engine off, an older gentleman (probably early 70's) in his car got smacked broadside by a middle-aged Chinese woman, bounced off of a parked delivery van, and then slammed into the front end of a late model station wagon with three kids in the back seat. I ran over to see what the situation was, and found that the driver's side door of his car was mangled beyond hope of opening it without a Milwaukee saws-all; the station wagon was in remarkably good shape, as was the front end of the delivery van. The interior of his car was in bad shape, though: The airbags went off, which tore most of the dashboard off and shattered the windscreen, and later on he complained that his legs and forearm were bothering him. I didn't get a good look at the car that went out of control because she'd manged to limp into a nearby parking lot, got out, and ran over.
I won't quote the invectives that he greeted the women with because they're better left to the imagination. Suffice it to say that he didn't think it was possible that she didn't see him, and expressed his point of view in some detail.
It was around this point that I realized that there wasn't much I could do, aside from call the police (along with everyone else) and generally stay out of the way. It took about ten minutes for the police, the rescue squad, and an ambulance to arrive at the scene. I'm fairly certain that the police car that arrived was the same one that nearly clipped me on the way in. Call it a hunch.
Thankfully, the rest of the night was relatively quiet and uneventful.
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